today’s poem

Like that.

“L’ecriture est la peinture de la voix.

This, those

that frame

vision in

those other

things, than

the norm of

the common

piece, easiest

scene, found.

But still, isn’t

it so that we

can find, that

the most

wonder full

in the very

pavement,

that we fall to,

seeing cracks

that take us

to the very

center of the

old soul.

That just once,

we forgot

about.

T | G | Nyc

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